Leyla’s POV
“Why did you break up with me?”
He raises his face so that we are looking into each other’s souls, turning his face in slow motion from right to left. He looks hurt and confused at the same time.
He raises his face back at me again and his face drops. “It is getting late. Do you want me to prepare the guest room for you to sleep over? You need to be back here tomorrow morning completely fresh. You look exhausted to go back to the city.”
“No, you don't have to. I am done with everything I need here. I will coordinate everything remotely from my office. We don't have to see each other again.”
“You can't do that.” He speaks in a worried tone and a muscle in his face twitched.
I don't understand why he is playing games with me. He says nothing that makes sense, and I feel
